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The Lint
In a grand greenish room
Reeking of must
Sat a plum colored chair
Quite covered in dust
Beneath the cushion
A bit to the right [more to the right]
Lived a small piece of lint
Scarcely in sight
It lived there alone
In the old rotting chair
And with nothing to do [having nothing to do]
Would just sit there and stare
It would only come out
On days when it rained
And would sit by the window
As drops dripped down the panes
It would sit there and sigh
As the drops dribbled by
And it tried to befriend them
At least gave it a try
But each attempt failed
For rain drizzles away
Yet how the lint longed
For a raindrop to stay
Then one day in April
Fortune had struck
For a drop blibbled down
And this drop became stuck
The drop looked around
Then noticed the lint
And admired its lintiness
With its plum colored tint
They sat there for moments
Yet it felt like much longer
And with each passing second
Their bond became stronger
The two were companions
A friendship so strong
They though nothing could break it
- Till some wind cam along
A great gust of wind
Brought a brief rush of rain
And in the blink of an eye
The drop slipped off the pane
The lint’s only friend
Was consumed by the blast
And moments before
It was sure they would last
So the miserable lint
Returned to the chair
Where consumed by its sorrow
Would sit there and stare,
Never again
Did it gaze at the rain
For the sound of the drip drop
Simply brought too much pain -
The pathetic piece of lint
Forever sulking in gloom
B’neath a dusty plum chair
In a greenish grand room
In a grand greenish room
Reeking of must
Sat a plum colored chair
Quite covered in dust
Beneath the cushion
A bit to the right [more to the right]
Lived a small piece of lint
Scarcely in sight
It lived there alone
In the old rotting chair
And with nothing to do [having nothing to do]
Would just sit there and stare
It would only come out
On days when it rained
And would sit by the window
As drops dripped down the panes
It would sit there and sigh
As the drops dribbled by
And it tried to befriend them
At least gave it a try
But each attempt failed
For rain drizzles away
Yet how the lint longed
For a raindrop to stay
Then one day in April
Fortune had struck
For a drop blibbled down
And this drop became stuck
The drop looked around
Then noticed the lint
And admired its lintiness
With its plum colored tint
They sat there for moments
Yet it felt like much longer
And with each passing second
Their bond became stronger
The two were companions
A friendship so strong
They though nothing could break it
- Till some wind cam along
A great gust of wind
Brought a brief rush of rain
And in the blink of an eye
The drop slipped off the pane
The lint’s only friend
Was consumed by the blast
And moments before
It was sure they would last
So the miserable lint
Returned to the chair
Where consumed by its sorrow
Would sit there and stare,
Never again
Did it gaze at the rain
For the sound of the drip drop
Simply brought too much pain -
The pathetic piece of lint
Forever sulking in gloom
B’neath a dusty plum chair
In a greenish grand room